Tangie: You can't love somebody with that much hurt in them. I'm learning that more and more. I don't know what's wrong with me. My dependency on other human beings for love. I survive on intimacy, and tomorrow that's all I've got going. It's all I've got.
Juanita: Ever since I realised there was someone called a colored girl, or an evil woman, a bitch, or a nag, I've been trying not to be that, and leave bitterness in someone else's cup.
Jo: Save your "sorry." One thing I don't need are anymore apologies. I got sorry greeting me at the front door. You can keep yours. I don't know what to do with them... I can't even... I have to throw some away. I can't even get to the clothes in my closet for all the sorries. I'm not even sorry about you being sorry.
Tangie: Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.
Alice: He only left you that money, so you could control me like he did. He used to put his hands on my dress. Told me I was the only one he needed. Told me I was ugly. And when I was 15, he gave me to a white man. Said he wanted beautiful granddaughters... not like me.
Gilda: Sleeping with all these men, thinking it's just sex. It ain't just sex, honey. It all has a root. And you got to find that root to pluck it. He placed the rose behind your ear, now cry yourself to sleep. I used to be you.
